Little Nothing Monologue

Little Nothing, that’s me. That’s my name. It’s strange almost. The other kids at school bully me for having a name like Little Nothing, they say I got my name from the Gods to tell me that I’m worthless. My parents tell me that I got my name from being so small and skinny, I don’t believe them. I think the kids at school are right. They don’t ever seem to have a problem reminding me that I’m not worth their time. If I’m not worth their time? Why do they keep making fun of my name? The other day, a couple of the boys that make fun of me got in a fight. I tried to stop them so they wouldn’t get in trouble with our teachers. If their gone who’s going to tell me the truth? My parents already have lied to me about my name. What else are they lying to me about? These boys were throwing punches and when I got involved they started hitting me. I don’t understand why, they were so nice before, telling me the truth. The teacher finally came outside after a while of taking the hits. She sent to two boys to the office with another teacher and sat me down on one benches right next the door. She seemed mad almost, because I just laid on the ground taking the punches and taking the kicks that drive into my stomach. I think she’s upset that I didn’t get up a swing

My older brother is the toughest, smartest, most competitive guy you will ever met. Sometimes I wish I wish I was more like him, more popular, not getting beat on… My mom and dad are even tough. I don’t understand how I tie into this family at all. My entire family is tough, for gosh sake, my mom will go hunting with us instead of staying home and cleaning and cooking like others mothers. She bare-handedly killed a bear with a small hunting knife without my brother or my dad’s